Dramatic Monotony

Thursday, February 28, 2002

"Rocket Boy" by Liz Phair is playing in my head

Thanks Sepi... I just wasted two minutes of my life doing this...

Yuoo ere-a zee Svedeesh Cheff!
Yuoo ere-a a guud cuuk, thuoogh yuoo cun't speek Ingleesh fery vell. Bork Bork Bork!

And this!

What Pattern Are You?


Wednesday, February 27, 2002

And now... "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder

I was looking through my pictures from Knight Bowl, and I found two prime examples of annoying drummer habits.

Specimen #1:

Yup, that is Vogue in the background, with his fingers in the picture.

Specimen #2

Oh, yes, and look. It's Dammit, giving us the finger.

Good job guys.

Currently listening to "I Need Love" by Sam Phillips

I have a thesis due in about an hour and a half, and what do I do? Blog, of course. I love that word... blog. The internet spawns an entirely new vocabulary... email, ttyl, lol, telnet, spam, web surfing... it's kinda crazy how many words have either had their original meanings changed or have been made up as a result of the evolution of the internet.

I need to take a shower... I missed my French class today just because I haven't been able to drag myself out of bed. It was just too much trouble.

I must bid you adieu as I go stare at a blank screen in Microsoft Word.

Song, "2 Wicky" by Hooverphonic

I recently watched Stealing Beauty again. Something in that movie haunts me... Maybe it's the complete frankness of Bertolluci's dealings with the main topic. Somehow, the subject of sexual preoccupation seems so relevant, especially in college. As the people around me focus on sex, I find it difficult to block it out of my life... yet in the movie, the Italian countryside setting creates an aura of serenity around the sexual experimentation, unlike anything I've felt here. This idealized version of reality just succeeds in making it feel even further from my grasp of understanding. What's true? What's fiction? How does love equate in the picture? I don't know... all I know is that I think I should just steer clear of this area for a while...Human sexuality just baffles me.

Monday, February 25, 2002

Song stuck in my head, "Heartbreaker" covered by the TMB.

Our previews are here! We have a girl named Amanda and a girl named Jean. I'm looking forward to this... but when am I going to get work done? Hrm.

Song of the moment, "Do Yourself a Favor" by Telepathy

Good news for the masses: Jennifer Noble has a working computer. Thank you for your emails of concern, your kind words, your thoughtful offers of electronic equipment. You guys are great. Honest.

Knight Bowl.

It was great! Between being 21, bowling a strike, eating a sandwich, and watching Telepathy rock out, I managed to enjoy myself. Even though at times, I think I act like a complete goon. Yeesh. I definitely was not cool, especially around the people I wanted to impress. Hopefully, that's part of my charm... But seriously, I have a problem with behaving somewhat normally when I have other intentions. I suppose everyone does, but I still feel like a middle schooler around people that I have crushes on. I just get tongue-tied and smile like a ridiculous idiot.

On other observations at Knight Bowl: Anna, you would've loved the Telepathy groupies. I could only see waves of long flowy hair and ribbons as they recklessly twirled around the room in their long skirts. I can imagine her being like that... losing herself in the music, forgetting about her environment as she frolicks without a care. I could've sworn that she had the same skirt as one of the girls. I thought about going up to them and asking about the place of origin for the clothing... I didn't, though. But I admired them all the same.

It's almost time for my first preview student! I guess I better clean up the room tomorrow, after my French midterm. Gotta love college. And I think I blew out a knee from bowling. Well, it's just really sore, to be honest.

G'night all.

Friday, February 22, 2002

Well, my computer's officially dead. I'm getting an error message every time I try to restart it. Unfortunately, I'm becoming very familar with the blue screen of death. It's sad. And I don't really have a lot of time to fix it. So, right now, I'm having to use my roommate's computer for internet access. Right now, she's at the beach, so I don't think she minds this... but still. I hate having to borrow other people's things.

Thank goodness I still have my laptop... I had a paper due today and I wouldn't have been able to finish it if it weren't for my trusty little iBook. Yay!

Andre canceled our plans for this weekend. However, he actually had a good excuse... evidently he threw out his back while lifting weights. Ouch. So, he'll be all incapacitated this weekend. However, this means I'll be able to go see The Wedding tomorrow night. I didn't think I'd be able to catch a performance but hopefully...

Today we also had the audition for the dance show. There weren't enough short flags, so I couldn't perform, but I think we're in. We definitely fit the theme of "props," much better than many of the other groups.

I'm going to go take a shower. My hair still smells like smoke from last night. This is the problem with having chain-smoking friends... yeesh. I always seem to get the smell of smoke much longer than anyone else. I think it's because my hair's so long and the fumes just like to linger in it.

It's nice and hot here... Yay! I love the heat. And I love the heat WITHOUT the humidity.

Thursday, February 21, 2002

Attention everyone!

Thanks to the thoughtful consideration of Nicole, I now own ice cream cones. Woohoo! So, if you're in the Marks Hall area and have a hankering for ice cream, come to Jenn's little creamery, #326. I don't charge much... just a half hour of your time. I like visitors. And for those who don't partake in dairy products, I also have REAL AUTHENTIC COCA-COLA! Not this Pepsi shit that they sell on campus...

(I love the 32, even though I nearly broke my back when I carried all of my purchases back! And we won't even talk about how much the food is overpriced...)

Anyhoo. I'm going to write a paper now. Or take a nap. One of those two!

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

TV show, "Trading Spaces"

I'm addicted to "Personal TLC"... A Makeover Story, a Wedding Story, a Dating Story, Trading Spaces... ugh, they're all too fun. I spend way too much of my life watching this junk. It's like reality tv with a purpose! Woohoo!

Anyhoo. Just wanted to let you know that. ;)

Let's see if this works...

And it does! Score! That's Liz, me, and Becky... they're my girls! :)

I love html.


Phew, I sound like an assine old fart. But maybe I am...

Current song, "Outside Kickass Violin Solo" by Aphex Twin

Nicole came back today, and I think we've resolved some of our differences. Yay! Less tension on the floor is a good thing.

I watched figure skating today. Well... I watched Sasha Cohen and Michelle Kwan... and missed the people inbetween because I fell asleep. Oh, well. I think I was tired. That's probably because I had a midterm today in econ that I pulled an all-nighter for. We'll see how I did. Does that ever pay off?

My mom sent me an article from the Boston Globe yesterday. It was describing the depiction of the Harvard campus in the movies. But I want to quote the funniest paragraph ever...
"We have to walk a fine line to make sure we're not compromising the values of the university, but we have to accommodate the needs of the film crew to make sure they're getting what they need, too," says Torie Daves, assistant director of USC's Campus Filming Office.

The balance can occasionally be elusive, says Daves, recalling the filming of 1995's "Species." The crew set up on campus and was about to start shooting when the 250-piece USC marching band arrived on a nearby field and proceeded with a three-hour rehearsal. "After that, I put up a big sign in my office saying, `Do you know where the band is?' " Daves says. "Whenever anyone wants to film on campus, my first call is to the marching band to see where they're going to be."
Being a member of the Trojan Marching Band, I'm rather proud of this reputation. Go us! ;)

I'm pooped. I'm going to bed now. But you need to look at this picture, just because I think it's funny.

Monday, February 18, 2002

Song currently playing, "Englishman in New York," by Sting

I NEED TO GO TO TARGET!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm so frustrated with the whole thing. No one has time to take me. Or they go the second I'm not available. Or they just don't care. I'm in a crisis position right now. I have no shampoo, soap, conditioner, deoderant, light bulbs, laundry detergent, toothpaste, paper towels, printer paper, or any other essential in a college student's life. And I've been in this state of crisis for over two weeks!

I just want to cry right now. I would go take a shower, but I don't have anything to take a shower with. I would clean my room, but it's dominated by my huge pile of laundry that just seems to devour any clean spot. And I can't wash until I have laundry detergent. I would work on my research project, but I'm too upset to think clearly, and I'm too frustrated with the online resources of USC to get anything accomplished.

Well, I'm going to go stand under a stream of water with the tiny shred of soap I have left. This is a new low in the life of Jennifer Noble.

At least I'm wearing my lovely new pink flip-flops.

Song of the Day, "Romeo" by Basement Jaxx

I did a gig today... the Chinese New Years Parade in Hollywood. Intrigued by the promise of free gifts, (possibly California Adventure passes?) I volunteered my time. And boy, I'm still pooped from it. Basically we marched while twirling while smiling while twirling some more while smiling even more! Doesn't it even sound exhausting? It was. I enjoyed being with the Silks, but I have conflicted feelings about the day as a whole.

The Highs: Talking to Justin, my boy. He's just too busy to come around to see me. We had a lot of thing to say to each other, but we ended up just holding hands. I love him to death. We share a lot of secrets together. We're also engaged - feel free to come to our wedding in 17 years... Seeing Kevin, one of my favorite people ever. He's just really cute, but more importantly he's an awesome guy. He has the rare ability to make someone feel special by just saying something nice or smiling at them. He's a senior, so I'm running out of time to enjoy that... the free gift pack has a WONDERFUL pair of flip flops. I desperately needed new shower shoes, so this was a completely welcome added bonus... the look of the high school bands as they watched us perform "Get Down Tonight." They were having a ball, as were we... the bus ride back. I saw Fluffer entertainment, Aladdin entertainment, and laughed a lot at everything. Also, I was not picked to go up there, so I'm enthused about that, as always. I feel a bit guilty at times, but I've come to terms with my fear of band speaking, so...

The Lows: Like previously mentioned, the pure exhaustion of the gig itself... not being able to catch any of my easy tosses. Right now, I'm feeling really disheartened with my performance level. I was missing things that I *KNOW* so I didn't have anyone else to blame but me... A thoroughly unsatisfactory encounter with Vogue and Splangy. I ended up insulting Splangy without really intending to do so. And I get the feeling that Vogue's just really annoyed with me for some reason. Maybe I'm just a bit paranoid, especially after the whole festering wounds explosion with my floor. I don't know. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal. I apologized later to Splangy, but... General feeling of frustration about the crowded bus situation. I enjoy having my own space, and the fact that we had three people to a set of chairs really sucked. I hate getting changed in front of people. I ended up flashing the entire band, I think...

I didn't really do much tonight. But the entire rest of the day was plagued with that same sense of malaise. I don't have a good feeling about the rest of this week.

Hopefully, I'm wrong.

Wednesday, February 13, 2002

TV Show, The Winter Olympics in the background, nbcolympics.com in the foreground

I'm enthralled with this entire judging controversy over the gold medal in pairs figure skating. Now, it's a longstanding belief of mine that the judges are all influenced by politics when making their decision. I can understand why this happens: each area of the world has different ways of thought, different training methods, and in nearly identical routines, these background preferences can help the judge differentiate between the performances. Obviously, ice skating is a subjective sport; it all comes down to personal taste. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it should be recognized as an essential part of this sport. Before the competition actually began, my roommate and I had a HUGE argument about this point. She claimed that these judges are completely impartial, while I argued that partiality is a big part of the process. And then this scandal occurs with the French judge. I'm fascinated, really. I'm always reading the websites, the official reports, watching the interviews and news pieces... it's consumed me! So, I'm rooting for the Canadians... and we shall see.

I think I'm sleeping a lot, lately. I was late to Trojanvision tonight because I was taking a nap... I even slept through three classes on Tuesday. Whoops. Ah, well... I don't understand where the time goes. Possibly it's all turned into tv time, as I'm obsessed by the Olympics!

I talked to a girl in my French class today... turns out she lives in Founders with all the other six million people I know there. (Well, more like seven) She seems cool, and she invited me to go hang out... yay! That's always good.

I need to decide on a research paper topic. I was thinking homosexuality and ballet. That's an interesting (and relevent) topic, especially for my "metaphors of dance" class.

Anyhoo. I'm going to go watch speed skating.

Sunday, February 10, 2002

TV show, The Winter Olympics with a soundtrack of Sting, "Englishman in New York" (commentators are annoying)

I'm tired.

Really, really tired. I think I could fall asleep right now. And I can't do that because I have so much work.

My weekend was good. Brian's a nice guy, his friends were very cool, I enjoyed that party a lot, even though it was more in the intimate side. I went to another party which just sucked ass, where I realized that I left my purse over at Brian's place. So I went back to get it, and chatted a bit more. A really cool group of people. Hopefully I can hang out with them again.

Housing sucks. I didn't get into Parkside. Not a surprise, but it still stinks.

Today, I'm so tired. Did I mention that?

I saw a colorguard competition. While I was extremely impressed with the talent of the other guards, I'm annoyed with the fact that I suck so much. Which was just solidified by one of the worst practices ever. A typical five minutes with Jennifer goes as follows:
*spin* *drop* *toss* *drop* *toss* *OWWW* *toss* *dammit*

Yup. A great success.

I'm going to bed now. After I watch some more Olympics.

Saturday, February 09, 2002

Just as one quick addendendum:

Reel Big Fish kicks ass. Especially since they played "Take on Me" at their concert. That was so fucking cool. I'm not going to live down that high for a while... ska meets 80's cheese... yes!

"Walking on the Moon" by the Police has been playing in this room all day.

So, I was getting all excited when I read Brian's weblog. He was talking about how it's kinda weird that he's meeting some random person as a result of his weblog. Then he says "but don't worry, Jen." Naturally, thinking that I'm the only Jen in the world, I was like, "Wow, that's cool. He's acknowledging me." Even though we haven't officially met yet, maybe he's anticipating the meeting. Then I realized... the person he was talking about wasn't me. It was another Jen. Ah, well.

I hate having such a popular name. It causes a lot of problems.

I hung out with band people tonight... we went to a Trojan Knights party, and I enjoyed myself tremendously. I got Doyle and Bobby a beer because the line was a lot shorter for females. Doyle said to me, "That's a rather noble thing for you to do." And I was a little confused to say the least... did he know that's my last name? I don't ever remember telling him that. Hrm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but perhaps he actually pays attention to band rosters and things like that. Weird.

Chano's is good stuff, man. And right now, I'm loving Libby and Ian. They certainly know how to cheer a girl up. Even though I didn't really need cheering up... they still make me laugh.

Silk love forever, Becky. Even though I have the sneaking suspicion that half the drumline thinks I'm a lesbian. Ah, well.


Just to clear a few things up...

Thursday, February 07, 2002

TV show of the day, Women's BodyBuilding on ESPN

That's some crazy shit, I have to say. These girls look like they could beat up just about anyone. I learned a lot about the sport of body-building, though. Evidently, symmetry, muscle tone, definition, and performance are the most important criteria. Why did I watch an hour of this? Well... I was vegging from my super-hard Core 104 midterm. I think I knew what the questions were asking... it's just a matter of knowing how to answer them! It took me an hour and a half to finish, but at least I finished. That was a good thing.

I'm still pumped about the concert.

I'm going to head to Silk practice for just an hour or so today, as a result of my concert-hopping. I wish Lea was going with us, but evidently she has to see a movie for her TO class. And she didn't realize that she could probably just skip it until too late. Oh, well.

I'm going to go read my econ. Yay for boring classes!

Wednesday, February 06, 2002

Song of the week, "Trouble" by Coldplay

I'm thinking I'm obsessed with this song. I feel like I'm coming down off of a high. Life seems to be hitting me with its full force, but I still can't feel it. I'm a bit numb at the moment. Dreamy... contemplative... a bit out of it, really. I can't concentrate on anything for longer than a few seconds. I'm channel-surfing a lot more than I usually do. I'm web-surfing a lot more than I usually do. I'm listening to Coldplay yet again.

I'm also going to see Reel Big Fish on Thursday with Nels and Andy. I'm ecstatic! I've never seen them live... and even though the tickets were a little expensive ($22), I think it will definitely be worth it. I always have fun with Andy - I'm going to miss him next year. He's a really cool guy... the first RHPer I talked to, in fact! We bonded immediately. And Nels? Well, can I think of anyone more cool and laid-back? Lea got herself a good catch in him. I approve!

Valentine's Day is soon.

I completely forgot until I went to Brian's page. Evidently he's depressed about it... just as much as I am? I always find myself in such strange situations with my own love life. Right now, the most significant feature is my lack of a love life. But I have a crush, who seems totally oblivious to me. I don't know what's worse... to not have feelings for anyone, or have feelings for someone who won't reciprocate? The story of my life.

I'm going to bed now. G'night everyone.

Monday, February 04, 2002

Have you ever had one of those experiences that just seemed completely magical? For once, everything in the world just melted away and you were faced with perfection. The overdue 250 pages of religion reading, the econ homework that just stacks up, the crappy paper that you just turned in, the three classes you missed... the things that plague you are gone for just a few precious seconds.

Yeah, I had a good weekend. Nothing in particular happened. No Prince Charming came to sweep me off my feet. I didn't win a Nobel prize. My hometown football team did not win the Superbowl. I didn't even perform particularly well at the one band gig I went to. But despite all that, I found respite.

I once wrote an essay on the difference between a good party and a bad party. It was a strange sort of rambling, much like my ramblings now. But I think I hit it on the nose... good company makes all the difference in the world.

Friday, February 01, 2002

I haven't blogged in an eternity. However, I wonder how many people actually read this piece of literature. So, please email me at fluffyjenn@yahoo.com

Anyhoo. I'm procrastinating on a paper again, but I wonder how this poll will go.